Darkness or "Cancer Ward"

Long corridors, shiny, scrubbed, dark…

Blooming cherry blossoms, sail boats travel to faraway lands, well tended plants, almond blossoms...

Only through the adjoined doors can you hear the sighs, the  whispers, the mourning, the crying, the praying…

And inside the rooms beside the beds lots of flowers, fruit, long loved little toys, sweets none of which will be eaten, consolation which won’t keep death lurking in the shadows away.

These paintings are dedicated to those dear, so dear white dressed people who listened, who understood, who identified, who gave so much human warmth, who were full of compassion, of love, of humour, of smiles, of patience, who didn’t try to hide the cruel bitter truth and tenderly wrapped those last days of darkness.